"Let me
know first, however. You're the most acurate Thrower I've ever
seen."
So I through them through the window and I beleive hit the
ink bottle. But no matter. And he tried them, but none availed.
So he gave up, and went back to Work, having saved enough
ink to finish with. But a few minutes later he called to me
again, and I moved to the Doorstep, where I sat listening, while
aparently admiring the sea. He explained that having been thus
forced, he had almost finished the last Act, and it was a
corker. And he said if he had his clothes and some money, and a
key to get out, he'd go right back to Town with it and put it in
rehearsle. And at the same time he would give the Pattens
something to worry about over night. Because, play or no play,
it was a Rotten thing to lock a man in a bath-house and take his
clothes away.
"But of course I can't get my clothes," he said. "They'll
take cussed good care of that. And there's the Key too. We're up
against it, Little Sister."
Although excited by his calling me thus, I retained my
faculties, and said:
"I have a suit of Clothes you can have.
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